A couple of nights ago, I remembered getting on a cold, cramped train at 2 in the morning. I saw myself there again, waking up strangers with my nervous steps as I looked for my bunk. I finally got myself to fall asleep, and then at 6am, woke to the sounds of the chai-wallahs pacing the narrow corridor. I got up, ate an egg and rice breakfast without knowing who cooked it, and sipped the hot chai not knowing how much it really should’ve cost. I looked at my friends, and I saw in their eyes my same clueless, content face. For the first time, I started to like India.
It’s starting to hit me now that I’m going back.
The upside of goodbye (a letter to my students)
Wanna look young in pictures? Add funny glasses. Wanna look old? Add two babies.
In 1996, I was a little Saigon boy watching something I didn't quite understand.